It's got to burn, and you've got to fail,
Then you've got to still want it;
When there's no return and you just can't bail,
And you've got to feel haunted.
It's just a means to an end.
It's just a question of when.
In for a penny you're in for a pound,
You're feeling lonely when there's no one around;
There's no turning back when there's nowhere to go,
That's why Heaven's above and Hell's below.
You must be obsessed and like blinders on a horse,
See only what's ahead;
As if possessed and you scream 'til you're hoarse,
Loud enough to wake the dead.
It's just a means to an end.
It's just a question of when.
In for a penny you're in for a pound,
You're feeling lonely when there's no one around;
There's no turning back when there's nowhere to go,
That's why Heaven's above and Hell's below.
You take a fall as you take flight,
As you reach for the sky;
You give your all as you see the light,
Sink or swim, do or die.
It's just a means to an end.
It's just a question of when.
In for a penny you're in for a pound,
You're feeling lonely when there's no one around;
There's no turning back when there's nowhere to go,
That's why Heaven's above and Hell's below.
credits
from No Place Like Home,
released February 20, 2014
R. Higgins - Guitar, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Vocals
5-Track - Lead Guitar
Weba Garretson, Wendy Fellows, Kevin Casey, Alan Marinas - Vocals
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